Finland stepped out of the operating room where Sweden was being held in. He pulled off his plastic gloves and unbuttoned the scrubs he wore while in there. He leaned on the wall and sighed in a sickly way, sliding down onto the floor. He swallowed hard, trying not to throw up.

He felt sick, seeing all those doctors, all those men and women in blue scrubs, surrounding his defenseless friend Sweden, cutting and sticking things inside of him, even if was just stapling his bones in his wrist. He pulled his legs to himself and wrapped his arms around them as he worriedly stared at the wall opposite of himself.

I hope Sve is having a nice dream while he sleeps.

He smiled comforting himself. Then he heard the white door slowly open. A doctor, well surgeon, stared at him for a sec, and then signaled him to get up so he could talk to him.

"Is everything going well?"

"Yes, its fine. We stapled his bone three times. That must have been a pretty nasty fall," said the surgeon as he pulled off the breathing mask over his mouth.

"Yeah," mumbled Finland in a its-all-my-fault tone as he shamefully looked down. The doctor patted him twice on the shoulder.

"It's okay, I'm sure he doesn't blame you. In ten minutes we'll be able to wheel him in a room. He should wake up soon," smiled the surgeon.

"Oh, that's good! said Finland cheering up as he smiled, "oh! I'm going to go the store and get his favorite food. Will you look after him for me?" asked Finland.

"Sure, go ahead," smiled the surgeon.

"Okay, thank you! I'll be right back!" exclaimed Finland as he power walked down the hallway and made a corner turn to the elevator and stairs area.

"Sir, do we get the shots ready?" asked a nurse wearing scrubs peaking from beyond the door.

"Yes, go do that," said the surgeon as he waved to the nurse to go do it.

"Yes sir," said the nurse going back into the operating room. The surgeon, still smiling, covered his mouth again and went back into the room.

"-and some chocolate, and some powder, no sugar though, he doesn't like that," said Finland as he pointed thru a see-thru window where donuts and other breads were on display.

"You should get some sprinkled ones," suggested America as he placed the requested donuts in a large white and pink box. A lot of nations decided to put stands of food from their country in this big place called a 'mall'. A lot of electronics, clothes and things were also sold here. You could find anything you'd ever want or need here!

"Good point America. Some of those too," smiled Finland.

"So he broke his wrist breaking you fall, right? That's like pretty awesome of him! But, people will usually stay for a day or two at the hospital for this kind of surgery. You say you gotta stay for at least a week right?"

"Yes! I'm stocking up on food. They let me stay, can you believe it?" Said Finland excited as he pointed at a kart behind him with lots of food and drinks.

"Hmmm, sounds too nice. What's the name of the place?" Asked America as he closed the box and charged it on the cash register.

"It's at the heart of the medical center. It's called K Hospital. I've always gone to this one. It's filled with a bunch of flowers and pots now. It feels more lively in there," said Finland handing America money.

"Well if you say so Finni," said America unconvinced as he handed Finland the box.

"Well say hi to him for me!" said America waving goodbye. Finland waved bye in return as he pushed the kart to an exit glass door part of the mall. Outside in the cold, cloudy parking lot he beeped his shiny, dark blue expensive looking car open. As he lifted the back door open and arranged things inside, he could hear Germany talking on a black cell phone as he himself opened the back of a red, shiny, expensive looking sports car, and placed in things inside of the trunk from a kart.

"No. I said he couldn't. Well yes but not that one. No, it's no that. Don't you know? That hospital is run by Russia."

Finland's eyes widen.

"No! Not all of them! Just K Hospital. Yeah, he's a surgeon, can you believe it? ! I know because he's always wearing scrubs that you can't tell it's him. Yeah, the one with all the flowers inside. Yeah, I can't believe they let that maniac be a surgeon after all those reports of him doing weird experiments on people."

As Finland slowly closed his car he opened the door to the driver's seat.

"Yes, I don't think it's the best idea to go there. No, not that many people know. Yeah, I'll come by soon. What? You want me too . . . ? Fine fine I'll say it too. YOU'RE NAME TOO? God brother you piss me off. Okay fine. I love you too brother," mumbled Germany blushing red as he closed his cell phone and the trunk of his car. He then turned to Finland that was staring right at him.

"Oh hello Finland."

"I'M SORRY!" Exclaimed Finland as he got in his car and slammed the door nervously.

"-Sigh- He must have heard me," mumbled Germany as he got in his car. Finland sat in his car holding onto the car's wheel, not knowing what to think of the situation.

Russia in K Hospital? What if he implanted some weird microchip in Sve! What if he put a bomb in him! What if he prongs thru Sve's memory or something? !

"No! I have to be brave! Russia can't do anything to us! He knows we have good lawyers! Yeah!" Finland turned on his car and proceeded to drive into the freeway to get to the hospital.

"Sve, are you ready?" asked Finland in a sweet, low voice in my ear. I opened my eyes to see that I was tied on a bed, my wrists tied with light blue ribbons on the ends of the bed. I can't see. My glasses. Where are my glasses? What is this warmth I feel down there? What is that liquid seeping onto my stomach? Finland? Why does your voice sound so sweet and delicate?

"Sve, I said if you're ready?" He asked again. I opened my eyes again. I was surrounded by darkness, a dim, light bulb hung from the ceiling over someone's meek blond hair. The room feels so cold. My hands are so cold. But my body, my lower regions, they are so warm. I have to reach there. But I can't.

"Fin-Finland?" I asked. I felt the weight of the bed shift forward towards me.

"Yes Sve?" He asked in a soft voice as his small hands placed themselves on my shoulders.

"You're so wide Sve. Such a broad chest. I like that very much," I squinted as hard as I could, and could see him smile.

"I'm sorry; I took off your glasses. Are people supposed to have sex while wearing their glasses if they need to? I didn't know. Here, let me get them for you," he mumbled as he reached over me, shoving his pure white, small chest on my blushing face, as he reached for my glasses that sat on a small wooden table behind my head, behind the bed.

"Here," he placed them on my face. Then I could see everything clearly. We were in a room. He was on top of me, naked, my wrists tied onto the bed with ribbons. I was half naked, only wearing my pants. I suddenly felt embarrassed, because I wasn't used to having people seeing me like this. I'm very shy.

"W-what are you . . . ?"

"Don't you remember? You promised me that you were going to have sex with me. You were going to teach me, remember? I did everything the book says," mumbled Finland with a devious smile as he took a book from his back and showed me the cover. 'A lover's guide to pleasing'. I felt my eyes stare at him scared.

"I . . I've never done it before either. I've never wanted to," I said meekly, not being able to look into his face.

"Sve, I love you. I want you to do me," whispered Finland as he threw the book on the floor and opened his mouth on mine. His tongue slid in my mouth, the two almost like fighting each other. It felt so good. I don't know if that was creepy, liking the feeling of his saliva and mine slide out of our messy mouths. As he did this, I could hear our heavy breathing into each other's mouth, his hands then slid to my waist. I jumped forward for some reason.

"Are you turned on already Sve?" He asked me as he rested his head on my chest. I felt so overwhelmed with excitement, I just nodded my head. He looked at me again, smiling.

"So am I. I'm glad," he mumbled as he then reached for one of my wrists, my right one, and untied it. As soon as he did, he pulled it to my stomach and I felt this warm liquid spewing on me.

"You know what that is?"

"Semen," I replied.

"Yes, it's what people make when they're . . . "

"Excited?" I asked.

"Horny," he replied.

"Are you?" I asked.

"Yes. Sve," he breathed as he placed his body over mine completely now. Both his hands grabbing the sides of my face. He started to lick and playfully bite on my neck. I then instinctively placed my hand in between us.

"C'mon Sve," he breathed, I liked it when he did that, as he looked at me with a desperate look, "touch me." So, I curiously reached for his cock that sat on top of mine, only the clothing of my pants to separate them. I grabbed it firmly with my hand. It was so wet with semen.

"Ahh, Sve!" he moaned as he clawed his hands on my shoulders. He then sat up and leaned back, his arms helping him sit up as he did so, his thighs now sliding forward in front of me. My hand suddenly slowly slid itself in between his thighs, almost like rubbing them back and forth, enjoying their warmness. He then reached over me and untied the other hand.

"Sve, please, do something," he mumbled as he then pulled my hand to his warm cock, spewing more semen. Touching it, I felt it suddenly go warmer. I sat up and grabbed his small thighs and started to playfully bite at his chest and up to his neck.

"Let's kick it up a notch," he whispered as he then slid a little farther from me and grabbed the sides of my thighs at my pants. He started to unzip them. But I stopped him.

"N-no!" I exclaimed, embarrassed because my cock might not be doing as good as his. He smiled.

"C'mon Sve," he mumbled as he unzipped it and pulled my boxers down. I felt so relieved for some reason.

"Look Sve, you're hard," he mumbled as he grabbed me. I let out a small moan.

"I am?" I ask.

"Yes. Let me just . . . . ," he then put his whole mouth on it. I shuddered and moaned as he did so, sucking hard and viciously on it. I didn't know it could be so sensitive to the touch of something as warm and wet as it was getting.

"It's a blow job," he mumbled at me. Then I grabbed his small shoulders and pushed him on his back. He looked up at me confused as I held myself above him. He then let out a small laugh as he shoved me viciously on my back now.

"You think you can beat me? I know more than you," he mumbled as he then started thrusting forward on me. I started moaning as he did so.

"C'mon, do something," he panted.

"I . . ," I then pushed myself onto him and turned him around. I started to slide my mouth on his face, making out, French kissing I think, as he clawed his hands in my back again. Then I felt myself thrusting forward into him repeatedly. He moaned and 'ahd'. Those noises would encourage me to keep on going.

"Sve, I love you," he moaned as he slid his chest on mine.

"I . . . love you!"

"SVE WAKE UP YOUR CREEPING ME OUT WITH YOUR MOANS OF MY NAME!" Exclaimed Finland as he shook Sweden awake in his hospital bed. Sweden suddenly sat up, panting and looking at Finland oddly.

"W-what happened?" He asked. The room was very dark, the dark clouds having brought in rain, the lights off and only lit by the thunder outside. Sweden panted as he started into a terrified Finn's face that stared at him shaking in the seat that was besides' Sweden.

"Y-you were having a wet dream about us!" Exclaimed Finland as he whispered. Not wanting to hear his own words echo in the big empty medical equipped room.

"A wet dream?" repeated Sve.

"Yes don't say it so loud!" Exclaimed Finland as he panicked in his chair. He had woke him up because he couldn't take his name being moaned aloud.

"You liked it though," said Sweden in an expressionless face.

"AGHH DON'T TELL ME WHAT DREAM ME DID!" He cried out shaking Sweden's arm. Sweden darkly looked to the other side.

"But you started it, it was very cute," he mumbled.

"WHAT? ! Are you blushing! ? Don't blush Sve! Its only making me blush!" Squeaked Finland as he held Sweden's arm.

"I-I'll turn on the lights because I'm getting sca-"

"Please don't."

"W-why not?"

"I made a mess of semen. I enjoyed myself too much."

" . . . . ."

" . . . . . ?"

"DON'T SAY THAT SVEEEEEE!" yelled Finland as he started crying.

This was going to be a long week indeed.

a/n: Review~!

p.s. For those that wonder why I tried defining 'mall' here, I just did it to say that all the countries made their own mall and stuffs! Geez! x.x Plus in some countries they don't call it malls. They usually have things like 'plazas' and 'commercial markets' and don't call them mall in their translated language. I visit Mexico and stuff and nobody calls their what we'd call mall in the U.S.! :D